Nova 7 ago continued

Cory's hands traced my curves, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of my thong, his movements slow and deliberate. His eyes never leaving mine, he whispered declarations of his longing. "Your body," he murmured, "is a canvas painted by the gods themselves." With a gentle tug, my thong was off, leaving me completely bare. He kissed along my stomach, his nose grazing my skin as he continued to recite his seductive verses.

"Your skin," he breathed, "is a tapestry of starlit nights and passionate whispers, woven together to form the most exquisite masterpiece I've ever laid eyes on." His hands found my hips, guiding me to the edge of the bed. With surprising grace, he lifted my right leg, so that one foot perched the velvety surface. I stood on one leg; the cool air did little to calm the slick heat slowly trickling from my exposed pussy.

"Pinch your nipples." He instructed. I obliged by tugging them gently until they pebbled. I moaned deliciously, anticipating what would happen next. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he knelt before me, his gaze never leaving mine.

He leaned in, pressing soft kisses along the inside of my thighs, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. "Your legs," he said, his voice a warm caress, "are the pillars that hold up heaven, and I am a mere mortal, unworthy of the beauty they support." His warm breath tickled my skin as he moved closer, his mouth hovering just above my most sensitive area. The anticipation was agonizingly sweet.

"And this," he whispered, his breath hot against my center, "this is where my words fall short; no poem could ever do justice to the perfection that lies before me." He kissed me there, his lips feather-light, and I gasped, my body trembling with desire. His tongue followed, tracing delicate patterns that had me grasping the bedpost for support. "Cory," I moaned, my voice a plea for more.

He didn't disappoint, his kisses growing bolder, his tongue dipping and swirling in a dance that had me teetering on the edge of release. His hands held my hips steady, his grip firm as he worshipped me with his mouth. The tension coiled tighter and tighter within me. With a cry that echoed through the suite, "Cory... Cory!" I whined. My body convulsed with the force of my climax, I fucking shattered. He didn't stop either; his tongue lazily licked feather-light patterns across my clit. His lips gently suctioned. Softly moaning into my sensitive flesh. "That was fast baby, I was just getting started." he lightly chuckled.

As the last tremors subsided, he stood, holding me tight, his eyes never leaving mine. I was dizzy, coming down from my high. He was so beautiful standing before me, and those eyes of his were piecing through mine. "Nova," he said.

He grabbed my waist, and the heat of his arousal was unmistakable, his long dick poking my stomach. "Bless me with some magic love," he whispered his voice a plea. Eagerly, I obliged, "Lay down," I whispered back with a mischievous smile. Cory complied, his legs sprawling open on the bed, one arm casually flung behind his head, showcasing the full length of his erection. The sight of him, so open and vulnerable, sent a thrill through me, and I knew this was going to be a challenge. I smirked.

I approached him like a lioness stalking her prey, my hips swaying gently approaching the foot of the bed. With seductive grace, I lowered myself to my knees, my eyes never leaving his as I positioned myself between his powerful thighs. I leaned in, my breath hot against the velvety skin of his erection.

I licked his entire length from head to base, randomly slurping wet kisses, letting my tongue dance over the lorum piercing at the base of his dick. "Sexy." I whispered, then I gently kissed that too. He let a long moan escape. "mm" he groaned. "I like that shit baby." I took him into my mouth with a soft pop. His eyes rolled back, and a deep groan rumbled from his chest as I swirled my tongue around the head, savoring the sweetness of his pre-cum.

Using both hands, I worked the base of his shaft, gently twisting my hands in opposite directions as I slid my mouth down further, inch by delicious inch. The sound of his pleasure filled the room, mingling with the soft R&B playing in the background. My desire grew with each stroke; he tasted so good. I could feel the power in this moment, the way he was at my mercy, and it thrilled me more than I could ever admit out loud.

He watched me, his eyes dark with desire, as I took him deep into my throat, my hands never stopping their dance. I hummed, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through him, his hips bucking slightly with each pass. His hand found my head, and his fingers massaged my scalp while guiding me.. urging me on, but never forcing, always respecting my boundaries.

As I worked him, I felt his muscles tense, his breath hitching in his chest. His hand tightened in my hair, and I knew it was getting good to him. I increased my pace, my eyes never leaving his, my mouth a wet, warm haven for his dick. "Nova," he groaned, his voice hoarse with passion. "Yes," I murmured around him, the sound vibrating against his sensitive skin, pushing him closer to the edge. In true Nova fashion. I placed both my hands behind my back, leaving my mouth and throat to do all the work.

The challenge of his length only spurred me on, my jaw aching as I took him in as deep as possible. He watched me with a mix of awe and lust, his eyes never leaving my face, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. The sight of him on the edge of pleasure, my name falling from his lips in a chorus of desperate cuss words, was the most intoxicating thing I had ever seen. "Sh-fuck.. Nova shit!" he stuttered. I felt powerful, in control, and absolutely ravenous for more.

"Shit baby," he grunted, his hips thrusting upward slightly, his dick hitting the back of my throat. My eyes watered, but I didn't stop. I didn't flinch. This was my show now, and he won't ever forget it. I could feel him swell, his precum coating my tongue, and I swallowed around him, taking his dick deeper, eager for the sweet release that was coming. "Nova," he growled, his voice strained, "Fuck, I'm 'bouta nut!" "Mhm," I hummed slowly.

The moment was upon us; as he roared out my name, I felt the hot spurt of his thick cum fill my mouth. I took it all.. greedily swallowing as he came, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm.

Cory's grip on my hair tightened as he bucked his hips, pushing his dick deeper into my throat, a silent command that I obeyed with gusto. I gagged like hell but quickly recovered. Remembering the pressure point in my palm. Make the number four with your left hand, make a fist by closing those fingers over your thumb, and squeeze hard. (gag reflex gone for about 30 seconds)

When he was finally spent, I slowly pulled back, slurping his dick clean with a grin. "What's the matter..Cory Krossroads?" I said seductively. I rose to my feet and stood over him, my legs straddling his torso.. he looked up at me with unadulterated awe. "You're a fuckin' goddess," he said, his voice still thick with passion.

He reached up, his hands circling my waist, and with a gentle tug, had me straddling his face, my pussy hovering just above his mouth. "Give me some more mama," he demanded, his voice dripping with honey. He smirked up at me, the corners of his eyes crinkling with mischief; I knew he was ready to prove himself. I nodded.

I lowered myself down, his mouth found my clit, his tongue swirling and teasing with a finesse that left me breathless. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place as I rode his tongue, my hips moving in a rhythm as old as time. The sound of my wetness filled the room, mingling with my gasps and his hungry groans. It was carnally divine, a symphony of pleasure that had me gripping the headboard, steadying myself to enjoy the ride.

My orgasm built like a crescendo, each stroke of his tongue bringing me closer to the brink. I threw my head back, my moans echoing off the walls as the pressure grew within me. His hands slid up to my ass, squeezing gently before his palms stung both my ass cheeks, the left cheek, then the right cheek with a jiggle. Urging me on. "Cory, I want to come on your dick," I whined. He chuckled against my skin, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through my core.

In one swift motion, he had me on my back, his body moving over mine with the grace of a panther. His eyes held mine as he reached over to the nightstand, fumbling in the drawer for a moment before pulling out a sleek black and gold box of 'Magnum XL thin' condoms. He ripped the foil with his teeth and rolled it onto his still-throbbing erection with an efficiency that left me breathless. The anticipation was a delicious agony, a dance of desire that had my body aching for his.

Cory positioned himself between my legs, his tip teasing my entrance, his eyes never leaving mine. "Relax, love," he whispered, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Okay," I replied, my voice a breathy challenge. He threw one of my legs over his shoulder, giving him the perfect angle. His top row of teeth sank into his bottom lip as he entered me painfully slow, whispering dirty things that distracted me from the pain. "I knew your pussy would taste divine love," he murmured, his voice a dark symphony in my ear as he inched in deeper.

The stretch was delicious, a sweet agony that made me bite my lip to keep from screaming. His hands roamed my body, his fingers digging into my hips as he held me in place, his mouth nuzzling my neck, leaving a trail of kisses that made my skin burn. "You feel so good, baby," he groaned, his voice muffled against my skin. The sensation of being filled so completely was overwhelming; I could feel myself clenching around him, my body begging for more.

As he slid in further, the head of his dick hit my sweet spot, and I couldn't help the gasp that escaped my lips. "Oh, fuck," I moaned, arching my back as pleasure shot through me. He paused for a moment, savoring the feeling, before pulling almost all the way out and then slamming back into me, eliciting a scream of ecstasy." Get out of your head baby..relax for me," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "You gotta take all of me..every inch."

Now is not the time to compare the two, but I am.. Artis's dick is large and girthy. But Cory....this dick gotta' hook in it, it's long ..and it's powerful ..damn.

I took a deep breath, focusing on the sensation of him stretching me open. The initial shock of his size gave way to a deep, visceral pleasure that had me panting for more. His hips rocked in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had me writhing beneath him. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through my body, igniting a fire that burned away the last of my inhibitions.

Cory's eyes remained locked on mine, his gaze intense, almost feral. He knew he had me, and I could see the satisfaction in his eyes as he claimed me with his body. "You're mine tonight, Nova," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that resonated in my chest. "I knew this pussy was gon' be good...but damn baby." He moaned.

The words sent a jolt through me, and I couldn't help the moan that bubbled up from my throat. He knew exactly what he was doing to me; the power play was intoxicating. "You feel so good," I whispered back, my voice barely audible over the sounds of our bodies slapping together. "Cory, you're so deep," I whined.

"I know mama, take this dick." he cooed.

He picked up the pace, his hips moving faster and harder, pushing me into the mattress. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my nails digging into his skin as I met him thrust for thrust, my body moving in perfect harmony with his. His hands found my breasts, his fingers pinching and rolling my nipples as he drove into me, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.

As our rhythm grew more frantic, Cory's breath grew ragged, his teeth grazing my earlobe as he whispered filthy things that had me trembling with need. "This pussy sloppy wet for me," his voice, a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. "You like my dick inside you like this mama?."

"Yes," I panted, my voice barely recognizable as my orgasm began to build. "I like it, Cory," I said breathlessly. The words seemed to set him off, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he claimed me, his dick swelling within me. "Cory.. I'm coming!" My voice reverberated as he plunged into me without relenting. My cum contractions were so powerful it almost hurt. "Fuck!" I shrilled. He wasn't far behind me.

With a final, desperate push, he buried himself to the hilt before he pulled out and snatched the condom off. "Catch this nut, baby," he said with a strained voice.

In a hurry, I found myself at eye level with his dick, a testament to his urgent need. He gripped my hair, tilting my head back; he stroked his length with a furious rhythm, his eyes never leaving mine as he brought himself to climax. "Nova, look at me, look at me," he whimpered, the sound of his release echoing through the suite. My eyes snapped to his, hooded with desire and mischief. I opened my mouth and stretched my tongue out.

Jacking himself into my open mouth, his dick painted my tongue and face with his cum. It was something about the raw, primal nature of the act had me feeling sexy as fuck. I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of his desire on my tongue. He panted my name, his chest heaving as he tried to regain his breath.

Nova, now. That night was fuckin' awesome.

When I entered the penthouse, the low thrum of bass and the smoky scent of weed greeted me. Artis was in the studio with his bodyguard, Monty, and another friend, both of them deeply engrossed in their conversation. Artis looked up as I poked my head in, his eyes lighting up when he saw me. "Hey, baby," he said, beckoning me over. "You're just in time. This is Ty; he's going to mix the next track." Ty looked up from the soundboard and nodded in acknowledgment, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

Artis's hand found the small of my back, guiding me into the room and over to the couch. He sat and pulled me into his lap. The music washed over us, a new beat I hadn't heard before, and I swayed in his arms.

"How was the rest of the session?" he asked, brushing his lips against my knuckles.

"It was good," I replied. "Did you miss me?" I asked, trying to keep the conversation light.

"Always," he murmured, his breath warm against my neck. I shivered, goosebumps raised on my skin.

"You're cold," he said, noticing my trembling. "Let's go warm you up." He stood, telling the gentlemen to show themselves out. He carried me to the bedroom like I weighed nothing.

He set me down on the bed in the bedroom with a gentle thud. He stripped off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest and the tattoos that danced across his skin like a dark secret. The warmth of his body was intoxicating.. He crawled into the bed, nudging my legs apart. Seductively he whispered. "Let me show you how much I missed you."